The next morning, Oktyabrina, remembering the night events that took place in the bathhouse, decided that it was not very nice to arrive in relation to Fedka. It was insulting to her to lose such a promising boyfriend, especially since he can start a rumor around the village about her adventures. And after that you won’t get rid of dirty gossip, but you won’t find a person with such a reputation as a groom during the day. In short, you have to go to the world. And how to put up? Some ladies believe that the way to a man’s heart lies through his stomach, but our heroine knew for sure: the surest way to trap a male individual is to drag him into bed and show him there what she is stealing. In particularly difficult cases, you can secure a love affair with a high-quality minetik, then the muzhik will definitely become a calf. Mumbles something unintelligible, claps eyes - wants to continue! It remains only for a woman to grab him by the string and carry him where necessary. And in the absence of a soft bed for such purposes, the hayloft will fit.
And so that the girl had a certain zest, Oktyabrina decided to bring her hair between her legs to a tidy condition. “They say they won in the city; And what am I worse off? ”- the busty beauty thought to herself, closing herself into a tight, stuffy vestibule with a small window under the ceiling, through which rare rays of sunlight penetrated the room. In her hands she borrowed a folding razor, a fragrant piece of toilet soap and an aluminum kettle with water from her grandfather. After all, it is also necessary to undermine, where to go without it. On the shelf for the tool maiden hand gropes a jar of cream "Dawn". In theory, they need to wipe the cow udder before milking so that the nipples do not crack. But Oktyabrina found another use for this composition. Yesterday, she was so shaky that the sex lips, flushed from excessive rubbing, had to be smeared with something.
And now the door creaked shut, clanking the bolt from the inside. Now you can proceed to the procedures. The girl unhurriedly pulled off her sundress, took off the slipped home slippers and stepped with her bare foot on the wooden plank floor of the vestibule. Oktyabrina was never thin, and this was a certain feminine charm. Her full belly was fully compensated by big breasts. Here is our heroine put her hands behind her back, removing the restraining massive milking bra. Without the marvelous crafts of the Soviet light industry, called underwear, Oksya looked much more presentable. Panty-like shorts in small polka-dotted with the girlish pussy discharge that was still frozen yesterday, pulled together with a wide delicious ass and flew to the floor after a bra. Dressed in Eve's costume, the beautiful girl wrapped her shamelessly tits in hands, massaging her little pink nipples framed with wide halos. Alone with herself, she did not feel embarrassed, so caressing her breasts, Oksya smoothly descended down the folds of her stomach to the area overgrown with thick dark hairs above the nurse. Sheep shearing was hung on the wall; they turned out to be most welcome. Like the ground. So, it's time to trim and her "sheep". Soon, small curled hair from the maiden's pubis flew to the wooden floor.
After the haircut, the elastic cushion between the legs noticeably thinned, and then it was the turn of the grandfather's folding razor, shining with a sharp blade. The left hand of the girl fell into a jar of cream “Dawn” and generously smeared the pale skin triangle, which is contrasted with plump tanned legs, usually closed from people's eyes with wide “parachutes” of panties. Oktyabrina, with a strained palm, felt that her clitoris had significantly pouted out and was sticking out from under the hood of brightly pink labia. And could not resist the temptation ...
Two fingers slowly began to rub the cream on the lips to the crotch and back. Together with the next portion of the cream fingers entered her pussy.A stifled moan escaped from his chest. She was great alone with herself, wanted to forget about the turmoil in life, going deeper and deeper ... The girl dreamed of feeling something big and fat inside of her, reminiscent of a long heroic member of the wanderer Grishka. Three fingers accelerated their pace, and now Oktyabrina was transported in his memories last summer, when she suffered to sell milk to a nearby village.
Their names were Rafik and Rushan, two siblings, besides the same time. And what are the different! The aroma and taste of their circumcised members circled her head, as if they were standing before her now. The long bolt of Rafiq, who had attached himself from behind, almost reached the bottom, but tickled rather than covered him with fertile warmth spreading over his body, which happened when his elder brother took up the case. Then she moaned, as if her flesh was torn to pieces! Enough to enjoy the girlish slippery cave, Rushan walked in front and unceremoniously entered her mouth.
Oktyabrina at this moment instinctively licked her palm smeared with cream, continuing to recall. Rushan energetically inserted his fat girl deeper into her mouth. She choked, but continued to swallow. As an inexperienced agricultural college student at the first throat blowjob. Tears flowed from her blue eyes, but there was no limit to the wafer’s gratitude. If she did not dig out the contents of his eggs to the last drop, she would definitely not let this guy go. Rushan's first jet of sperm hit her right in the throat. She coughed and took out a cropped stick from her mouth in the hope of catching her breath, and drops of sticky sticky liquid shot at her face. With her eyes closed, she felt them on her flushed cheeks, and then licked the Tatar mala from her plump lips with a mischievous tongue. The beetroot, replacing lipsticks for the poor inhabitants of the village, was smeared and spread from passionate kisses on her cheeks and chin. No sooner had the girl come to her senses, how did the powerful streams of Rafik's seed fly on her face. He came to the side, turned out to be less accurate, having shot a couple of times on Oktyabrina’s hair. She, such snipers do not take, except in the fire! Remembering how she licked the remnants of cum from the decreasing in size thin member Rafik, the girl went back on her journey through time.
“So what would I put in there? - thought Oksya, slender fingers pulling to the side of reddened labia, looking inside. “I’d like to find a bigger cucumber or carrot ...” But, unfortunately, there were no cucumbers in the house, only salted ones, and even those in the cellar, which needs to be dressed, to go outside. A carrot in the passage lies, like clean. - The main thing is that the grandfather did not come out at this time. He will notice his granddaughter in this form, then you will not end up in shame. Although it is unlikely, go and sleep on the stove, as usual at this time. Yes, and he sees no matter, but I quickly sneaked! "
With these thoughts Oktyabrina with a creak opened the door to the vestibule, listening to the sounds of the hut. Silence, for sure: grandpa is sleeping. The girl on tiptoe, listening to every rustle, made her way to the treasured tub with the little bag brought from the cellar. Taking a couple longer and wider, naked beauty with long braided hair, quickly flushed back into the vestibule, clanging shutter.
After rinsing the orange roots out of the kettle, Oksyusha took up the first carrot. Long and narrow, woven together around the tops and branched into two thin rough cones at the root. The girl lavishly smeared vegetable dildos with saliva and, after caressing with her reddened lips, began to slowly introduce him into the depths of her cave. "Oh! - burst out of her chest, - as for * bi! ”Oktyabrina never looked like people, but let's not deny that many people like vulgarity during this business. And when you are engaged in self-satisfaction, who is there to be shy!
The branched end of the carrot, entering and leaving the girl, was pleasantly caressing the elastic walls of her vagina soaked with grease. Finally, the carrot was completely hidden in the depths of its deep cave, giving its presence only to a half-dried tops of the tops sticking out.And Oksyusha wanted something more to penetrate to the depths of the soul. At that moment, the lustful girlish gaze rested on the second cone-shaped vegetable, which was thicker and shorter.
Oktyabrina pushed the sallowed wooden stool to her, so that she could rely on. The girl stood on all fours, bulged wide buttocks. And why? For the first carrot, she found a more suitable hole ... Besides, the carrot was already smeared with its juices. Having brought her left hand behind her back, Oktyabrina groped the entrance to her anal stronghold with the tip of a carrot. Although what stronghold will remain impregnable before the onslaught of arrogant Rafik? While she nayariv his lips to his brother Rushan, he came from the rear and took advantage of the free hole. The girl, of course, tried to resist. But this smart Tartar so quickly managed to relish spit between her buttocks, jewel fit to her ass and go into her through the back door, that Oksyusha didn’t have time to squeak. And it's not handy to squeak with a hefty mouth mouth! In short, they unsealed her last hole that evening, and this thin and long carrot reminded our heroine of Rafik's trimmed member. “Oh, fuck it!” - screamed Oksyusha, feeling unpleasant sensations in the anus from the branching end of the root.
Oh, sorry no one saw her at this moment! And it would be possible to sketch and write as a souvenir: Repkin's painting “* Bali”. Between the legs of a girl standing at the crustaceans, like a tail, faded carrot tops were sticking out. Buzzing with her plump Titek rounds in the stool, the girl tried to shove a hard wide cone of the second carrot into her designed wet hole with one hand. And with her free hand, Oksya also managed to twitch between her legs a red pin of the clitoris, agitated by a stick sticking out.
The girl came to taste, in a frenzy of virtuoso wielding both hands with vegetables at the same time, one of which was sticking out of the anus, and the other strove to slip out of the slippery broken-down vagina. From the stuffiness on her face and chest she glistened in the gloom of stunned sweat. Oktyabrina greedily swallowed the dried air of the vestibule with her lips that were dry from frequent breathing, trying not to moan loudly and not to wake the sleeping grandfather through the wall.
And then she realized that she should not restrain herself. This problem is due to the fact that the third hole is idle! So you need to shut her up with something! A thick, short carrot with a characteristic squish slipped out of a flushed hollow. The smell of her own vaginal discharge attracted the girl, and she eagerly began to lick the root vegetable, bite off pieces of it, swallow it without chewing. The unknown wild essence, undoubtedly, at that moment moved into the pragmatic and serious in life Oksyushu. And how do you take an empty hole? The girl's intoxicated look fell on a wooden rolling pin with smooth handles lying on the shelf. Question: fit or not, her mind did not arise. Masturbating beauty slowly began to rise from a pose on all fours, so that the remaining carrot inside the case does not fall out of the anus.
To be continued...
P. S. If anyone is interested in the background, I advise you to read my story "At Night in the Bathhouse"
https://www.eroticspace.info/story/2018-05-28/nochyu-v-banke-chast-1.html
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I quote a message from Bayun who came to me in the mail:
“The fact is that in those years I was interested in the topic of the presence of rudiments of ancient pagan rites and beliefs in Russian fairy tales. Now I do it again. And that means - I will look for and read old tales. Perhaps the old syllable will return, and with it interesting topics.
As for the guys who banyat, so everything is clear. Here sits a drocher, preparing to relieve stress ...
And how can you take it off, if in the story, the word “cunt” doesn’t even occur once? Fuck those fucking tales! Give pussy pohlebat like a cup!
P. S.I wrote another scribble to you yesterday about your story, but it seems I sent it “to the village to my grandfather”. What I want to add. If you want to revive the story with illustrations, but look for amateur erotic photo sessions, and not girls from the covers of glossy magazines (so to speak, be closer to the people you write about). And so that the same faces and bodies would appear there. And in general, it would be nice, first to find photos of guys and girls that you would like and could become heroes of your stories. And already their faces will tell you in which direction their sexual relations can develop. ”
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I will answer on the first part of the message on the story "There is no Ivan without flaw."
https://www.eroticspace.info/story/2018-11-20/net-ivana-bez-izyana.html
In Russian folk tales borrowed a lot from the pagan past. For example, Baba Yaga in the modern view is an old woman with a bone leg, with ugly warts on her face, flying in a mortar and living in a hut on chicken legs. And in Slavic mythology, Yaga was the embodiment of spring and beauty and was depicted as a young girl with a wreath of wild flowers on her head. Why did this transformation happen? The spread of the Christian religion, which exhibited previously popular gods in an unfavorable light. For the same reason, the goblins, the brownies and the mermaids also acquired a negative connotation. Each new belief rejects the postulates used in the previous one. It is no coincidence that the first of the ten Christian commandments says that besides this there should be no other god.
Some manifestations of the pagan past are still present. For example, when relocating to a new dwelling, when leaving the old one, you must say: “Brownie, come with me!” And after sure you remember where it is. When published the first part of the Bathhouse, on bestweapon. ru I wrote a comment, quite remarkable, let me quote it:
“In the village houses live brownies, bathhouses, too, in the people they are called a bannik. In the bath you can not swear, otherwise you can stink, but you can engage in sex. Oh, how much each bannik has seen in its own age, and the century has not a hundred years, but more ... ”
On the second part of your comment concerning the illustrations in my stories. Sometimes, it happens that you meet people who are suitable for your heroes by description, and this helps to awaken your imagination and continue the story that has come to a dead end. Visual images, randomly dropped phrases, behavior patterns. One day, while swimming in the pool, I saw a girl who, according to the type of hero, my bathhouse Oktiabrina, very precisely fit the type. You look at her and you understand, she in my story should be just that!
You propose to move from images to text. Sounds reasonable. I have not tried it so far, I first have the text, then the graphics are selected under it. And so the pictures may enter into dissonance with each other. I tend to think that illustrations in large quantities harm the text. One or two for a story of 10,000 characters is enough.
And the last. On November 22, I received a personal message from Yuscha: “I read your stories about the bathhouse. ... (further many letters) ... However, against the background of most authors, you are a good fellow. ”I answered him also in a personal. And this time some kind of error occurred, I received an e-mail notification about a comment, but I cannot read the comment myself. Maybe from what is written from the guest account.
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Hey.
I am glad that this topic is not a “dark forest” for you. Hopefully we'll talk more about this.
I also think that the illustrations should be a bit: 1-2 (preferably black and white). Photos should be exciting (even with coitus), but not repulsive-naturalistic, as most women, although they wish to secretly be subjected to violence, but do not like being shown in unaesthetic poses. Haha
Actually, I think that you have a good syllable, and you could write ordinary prose. For example, about teenagers ..
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Yes, no question, you can discuss history, religion and literature. I am subscribed to stories from Yuscha, and you can write to the PM.
“Actually, I think that you have a good syllable, and you could write ordinary prose. For example, about teenagers ... "
Porn theme - a niche is very narrow, but surprisingly, even the most mediocre pulp fiction will react. That's why I started it. In the future, it is necessary to switch to eroticism, which is not mine, savoring, to describe how the male organ comes in and goes out into various holes. I wrote about teenagers, I often have the image of a young student girl. My first story on "pornorasskazah" was devoted to this, there is another dramatic work of the latter, though he has not published it anywhere else. If interested, I can send by mail.
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Hi, Keen Eye.
(Then, if you can come up with a less exotic name for correspondence with me. My etymology is simple - “tell me”, tell. Simply put - a storyteller)
It seems to me that many who write here, this is exactly how they view their presence here as an opportunity to publicly speak out and get an operative response. Because it is almost impossible to publish the usual prose, not promoted by the author. Even if you publish at your own expense and distribute it for sale in stores, it's good if you return the money spent. If, however, to give to the printing house to adjust, make a layout and acquire for your book ISBN, then with a small draw you will definitely be in the ass. Yes, and the reverse response from readers is unlikely to wait. But, in principle, you can earn on the site of paid erotic stories. There, as a rule, the beginning of the story is laid out for free, and for the sequel, readers buy for viewing.
Send your own, read.
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Hi, Bayun! Sorian, who answered for a long time, but the site persistently did not send me a notification about a new comment, only today I accidentally noticed your post.
I have never called myself a “keen eye”. On different sites I sit under different nicknames: Observer, Sharp-eyed Falcon, just Sokolik, and in the world my name is Volodya. As you like, call. I will not be upset. I do not know how these nicks suit me, because the themes of voyeurism and Indians in my stories are rarely viewed.
On this site in the comments under the stories is not very convenient to correspond, if anything, I registered on pornorasskazy com, bestweapon ru, taboo-story com, libst ru, s-story su and vkontakte uchetka special there. Again, I can send my materials, but specify where. I will reply to the text of the message:
“It seems to me that many who write here exactly consider their presence here as an opportunity to speak publicly and get an operative response. Because it is almost impossible to publish the usual prose, not promoted by the author. Even if you publish at your own expense and distribute it for sale in stores, it's good if you return the money spent. If, however, to give to the printing house to adjust, make a layout and acquire for your book ISBN, then with a small draw you will definitely be in the ass. "
Self-expression drives people, the thirst for money in the background. And how do you learn, if there is no experience? The 21st century and the Internet gives a unique opportunity to express everything and everyone (the criticism of the authorities does not count, it has been cruelly suppressed at all times). Print your erotic fantasies on paper, make a lot of effort to print, distribute and sell the written, while understanding that low-grade eroticism is now abound. Sex and the associated with it attracts people's attention, and if there is not enough writing talent, then you need to “bare boobs”, and there is more advertising and advertising. Remember for example "50 shades of gray."
But on the other hand, there are little-known writers who have got a hand on this kind of reading matter, and not requiring an award (or a purely symbolic amount) for an interesting plot.Unknown worlds, fantastic characters, a lot of fucking. Oddly enough, many, even with an obvious excess of porn films, are still attracted by text erotica and pornography.
“Yes, and the response from the readers is unlikely to wait. But, in principle, you can earn on the site of paid erotic stories. There, as a rule, the beginning of the story is laid out for free, and for the sequel, readers buy for viewing. "
Quick response allows you to understand the needs of the market and change. A friend of mine first wrote about incest, and after the needs of the readership changed, likes and views went down, he quickly changed the topic to violence and coercion.
Another comrade invited me to his online magazine, promised to pay, but you need to be suitable for the plot format. I still keep promises to readers to finish the job. And then I think, maybe I will write for the magazine. If there is an interesting series of stories, you can earn on libst ru. You set the price yourself, 75% earned to you. You can sell the entire book at once (including not yet written) and separately in parts. Let's say one part costs 10 rubles. Ridiculous money, but with a large audience, hundreds, thousands of rubles can run up. The first part - introductory, distributed free of charge. At first I wanted to work there, but then I realized the scantiness of the amounts received and while I was gaining an audience, publishing wherever possible, for free.
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Great busines PLAN! intrigued.
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But on the other hand, there are little-known writers who have got a hand on this kind of reading matter, and not requiring an award (or a purely symbolic amount) for an interesting plot. Unknown worlds, fantastic characters, a lot of fucking. Oddly enough, many, even with an obvious excess of porn films, are still attracted by text erotica and pornography. - ------ - one feels there IS an experience ...
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Good day, Julia. I suspect that you are here for a reason, and you want to try your hand at sticking text erotica or pornography. This is quite an entertaining lesson, but you need to understand what you want to receive as a result.
If your goal is money, I’m warning you: it’s hard to make money on pornopus, but you can. The largest portals: pornorasskazy, sexitails have already moved away from the practice of paying for the stories sent. The libst mentioned by me imposed a ban on pornography in newly published works, so the choice is not so wide.
If you just want to just share your fantasies, memories, or stories told by someone else, then the dream is quite feasible. And there are those who wish to read, do not hesitate.
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Good day Good Falcon ... (just kidding) I like your temper)
I am implemented in real life in my 19 years. A lot of people ask me - they say that you were inspired by this matter (in the field of text erotica)? - I answer simply - I don’t need money, it’s interesting to tell about my life to exchange opinions, and just TO COMMUNICATE with adequate people - who don’t cause the word “sex, erotica and even pornography” to HISTORICAL attacks of enuresis and defecation)))) sorry for my French)))) I would be glad to communicate ...
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